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Apr. 20th, 2005 11:09 pmI am loathe to use LJ Cuts, mostly because text isn't that big a deal to me, and scrolling happens anyway. But this has a lot of pictures, so I'll cut those, lest I make the reading too hard for those who are on slow connections.
So Maia and I managed, at long last, to go see some wildflowers. We were going to join friends at the Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve on Sunday. Satuerday we loaded the truck, unloaded the trailer and limbered it, so we could take it to the trailer store for some service. We were behind our time and the schedule was getting tight, which meant her being pulled over was even less well recieved than usual.
It was a legitimate, but bogus, ticket. When hauling a trailer one is limited to 55 MPH, and the right hand lane; unless passing. She was doing a little faster than speed of traffic, because she was passing. The CHP officer thought she waited too long to pull back to the right (she did, but I'm leery of just popping back to the right, because people do stupid things in the blind spot). But the faster than 55 is crap. Why? Because I've had more than a few semis pass me when I was doing speeds which I'd not bitch (not for the ticket, maybe for the cop padding the call, so he can do me a favor and write me up for less than that, but more than I was doing... but I digress) and I damned near never see them pulled over.
But we got to the trailer place (in Bakersfield) just in time to have the trailer hauled in for the night, so it didn't have to sit out for two days (they being closed on Mondays). And then off to the campground.
Spunky Creek looked good on paper. About 15 miles from the poppy reserve, and with a good review when Maia looked it up. Only she failed to note when the reviewer had been there. It was locked up tight when we found it (after dark).
So she poked around a bit and we figured out why... seems the creek had been more than a trifle spunky and things had been buried. The standard issue concrete picnic tables were bench deep in sand. In the morning we could see trash cans, which live on stands, off the ground. They were buried too.
( Trash Barrel )
So Maia and I managed, at long last, to go see some wildflowers. We were going to join friends at the Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve on Sunday. Satuerday we loaded the truck, unloaded the trailer and limbered it, so we could take it to the trailer store for some service. We were behind our time and the schedule was getting tight, which meant her being pulled over was even less well recieved than usual.
It was a legitimate, but bogus, ticket. When hauling a trailer one is limited to 55 MPH, and the right hand lane; unless passing. She was doing a little faster than speed of traffic, because she was passing. The CHP officer thought she waited too long to pull back to the right (she did, but I'm leery of just popping back to the right, because people do stupid things in the blind spot). But the faster than 55 is crap. Why? Because I've had more than a few semis pass me when I was doing speeds which I'd not bitch (not for the ticket, maybe for the cop padding the call, so he can do me a favor and write me up for less than that, but more than I was doing... but I digress) and I damned near never see them pulled over.
But we got to the trailer place (in Bakersfield) just in time to have the trailer hauled in for the night, so it didn't have to sit out for two days (they being closed on Mondays). And then off to the campground.
Spunky Creek looked good on paper. About 15 miles from the poppy reserve, and with a good review when Maia looked it up. Only she failed to note when the reviewer had been there. It was locked up tight when we found it (after dark).
So she poked around a bit and we figured out why... seems the creek had been more than a trifle spunky and things had been buried. The standard issue concrete picnic tables were bench deep in sand. In the morning we could see trash cans, which live on stands, off the ground. They were buried too.
( Trash Barrel )
